The other day in class two students simultaneously announced it’s 11:11.
A few others repeated the number 11:11. They all smiled and laughed.
“What’s the significance?” I asked.
“Make a wish” one explained. “Wishes are granted at 11:11” he added in jest.
Their tone and mood was playful.
I did start thinking about what my wish would be.
Ideas of fame and fortune did cross my mind.
When my heart and mind came together, I thought about my daughter.
I realized my wish would be for her.
I am smart enough to get by. I’ve been toughened up with age.
My deepest and darkest fears and worries lie with her.
I fear my death not for me, but for her.
What will happen to her when I die?
I knew my wish needed to be tangible and attainable.
I made a wish that I could work with her daily to reach a goal.
This goal will improve all our lives, but mostly hers.
There is no pie in the sky for us. I just need to take a leap of faith.
By working with her steadily to make improvements,
Her future will look brighter.
In the end, my wish was for us to be successful
In reaching this goal for her.
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